Though complex, and oddly simple, my story is one in which tragedy did not win.
My birth mother found herself an 18-year-old woman with a baby and a substance abuse issue to take care of. "What do I do?, I just want to live my life".
She struggled for 9 plus years and then had a moment of clarity. "I have to give this child up".
My new family: a mother with hair red like a sunset, and freckles like the same sun dancing through tall trees; and my father a strong-willed Italian man whose heart was as big as his mouth, took me in and called me Son. The reason why tragedy couldn't win in this case is because love did.
Truly, it all comes back to love.
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